Prologue:

While this website is and will always be committed to the discussion of and the pontification on the social and sexual dynamics (and isomorphism) between superior white males and inferior Asian females, I cannot help but notice the trend of Asian males creeping into our discussion, and, despite of my willful and intentional ignoring their presence for a significant period of my observational time, their growing presence is felt across all spectrum and their nascent approval, while not needed, is still appreciated. Initially most of what I have observed from those inferior Asian males consist mainly of hatred, anger, frustration, and jealousy, over time, it seems, those feelings have morphed into acceptance, and even eager embrace.

The inferiority of the Asian race is not expressed through their females alone, but is amplified by their inferior males, who are unable to compete with superior white males in mating and who are sexually, biologically, and genetically eliminated, as witnessed in the gradual recognizance on the eminence of the East Asian population collapse. The weakness, cowardice, lack of confidence, self-pity, and general submissiveness of the inferior Asian male is not just a turn-off to any self-respecting female; it’s out-right disgusting.

That said, I decided to venture to post some of what I have received via fan mail, to showcase to all the superior white men just exactly how truly, and categorically, pathetic most Asian males really are, and perhaps this will even foster more understanding among the befuddled as to why Asian females overwhelmingly prefer non-Asian men as mating partners.

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This is a continuation of the inferior Asian male series. To read the first part, please proceed to here.

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Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #7

I was raised as the son by a single Asian mother who moved to Australia hoping for a better life for us. 

It wasn’t easy, but she did what she could and kept going. She worked in a massage parlor and went to weekend schools learning acupuncture. 

As I grew up, I learned about how our family fell apart. My mom and dad (an asian guy) went through a nasty divorce after my mom had affairs. My dad eventually committed suicide and my mom raised me and my siter on her own. When she had the opportunity to move to Australia, she jumped on it. After that, my mom, my sister, and I lived together with my mom’s new husband in Australia. 

My sister also dated a white man and they are now engaged. 

After I graduated from high school, my mom divorced again and she remained single but she now has a white sex partner and even though my mom is 40 years old, they have a very active sex life together. 

Recently I found out that my mom even has an OnlyFans account where she films her sex and fetish life experience and shares them with her customers. She confessed that she is “bisexual and a switch so I’m submissive to men and dominant with women (I love pegging other women).” I was deeply humiliated and embarrassed for her, but I also realize that she has the right to be happy.

That, and also I’m now a trans woman (MTF). I started HRT about a year. I’m with my white boyfriend as well, just like my Asian mother, and for the first time in my life, I feel settled and okay with myself.

I want to clarify that nothing about this is a statement of any sort. I do not resent WMAF and in fact, I fully support my mom and sister in their decisions to date white men. 

 It’s just people loving who they love and trying to be happy, and I do the same. 

Confessions of Inferior Asian trans female Post-op MTF (Male-to-Female)  #8

Growing up, I used to be so miserable living as an Asian boy. I feel much happier now living as a woman. 

I have always been a very effeminate Asian boy. When I was younger people often mistook me for a girl.Whereas my mother is Chinese, my dad was Japanese, and I grew up mostly with my white stepdad.

After my mom divorced my white stepdad, that is after we had obtained our permanent resident cards, my mom and I moved to New York. In order to support herself and me, my mom worked in an Asian massage parlor in Chinatown.

I was not naive about the kind of work my mom did. My mom dated several of her customers. Different men would show up every other week and she would introduce them to me as uncles, friends, boyfriends, and the ones that were really wealthy, she called them “lao gong” (husband) in front of me. I wasn’t living with my mom all the time. There was at least a few months in a year when I was living with my white stepdad and his girlfriends (all of them were Asian women), and given certain circumstances which to this day I am not completely clear, my custody went back and forth between my stepdad and my mom. I remember showing up in courts and being told by grown-ups that now you can go live with mommy, now you go live with your stepdaddy. The feeling I have always had living in America, for nearly 20 years of my life, had always been loneliness, isolation, and complete solitariness. There was not a soul who cared about me. There was not a single human being who I could have talked to. Sometimes I remember reading about stories of people who lived in solitary confinement, and I felt this has been how I have been living for nearly 20 years. I had a complete mental breakdown in my early-20s. I remember one day, suddenly, something within me just snapped. I  had been constantly crying all throughout my life. But that day, something just snapped. I wanted to cry, but there was no tear coming out. There was so much emotion inside me that I wanted to pour out but there was no way for me to release that emotion, and I started screaming and I was hitting the bed, and then, an epiphany happened, it hit on me, that I cannot go on living as an Asian male in America. 

Looking back now, I no longer feel the anguish that I felt when I wrote my first memoir. In fact, I don’t even feel anything anymore.

But writing has always been one way for me to release my emotion and it has been a lifelong habit.

I had stopped writing for a couple of years.

From that day on, that was when I decided that life as an Asian man is too hard in America. “Everyone knows Asian girls have it much easier than Asian guys,” I remember one of my classmates saying to me.

That was when I started to crossdress, and I started dating men, all of them white men. A lot of people ask me why do you have such an obsession with white men, and honestly, I don’t know, it’s just the way I am. I feel so natural being with white men, being inferior and subservient to white men.

And the white men I dated lavished me with gifts: expensive dinner dates, trips to operas and musicals, and many other wonderful events and trips that I would have never imagined myself going on by myself, and all they asked in return was that I sucked their cocks and let them fuck me in the ass. It’s true, life is just so much easier as an Asian woman, I thought to myself.

And it was the first time that I actually had people to talk to. The men who fucked me genuinely seemed to care about me. They pampered me, treated me like a princess, and they enjoyed my company. It was the first time in my life that I realized: that I actually had values in this world.

Female Hormone Therapy and Gender Affirming Surgeries

I have been on female hormone therapy for a little more than two years before I underwent surgery. It was a big decision but my husband said that it was something that would make me happy, and I do not regret my decision.

I live fully as a woman now, and I’m much happier. I feel significantly weaker now, and it’s one of those side effects that I did not really anticipate or notice beforehand. I used to be able to lift my own suitcase, carry heavy objects, but now I’m completely helpless in that regard.

I have also become significantly more emotional. I tend to become anxious when things become difficult, and a few times I even cried because I couldn’t find a public restroom and I had to go pee. My husband had to take me to a secluded forest and I ended up peeing next to a shrub. I felt so humiliated afterward and my emotion did not stabilize until after I had some ice cream.  

And the most interesting aspect of my transition has been what has happened to me psychologically. I became much more empathetic to other people’s suffering. When I was living as a boy I used to watch horror movies, snuff films of torture and rape, and I enjoyed them, but now, even just hearing other people’s suffering make me feel uncomfortable. If you had told me about some genocide that has been going on the middle east or Africa 10 years ago, I would have laughed it off. But now, listening to accounts of genocide absolutely breaks my heart and I would even have a hard time going to sleep after watching some of the videos.

Which, I think, also affected my political view. I’m now much more on the liberal side of the spectrum, and I think we must do everything we can to alleviate the suffering of everyone. I used to be a diehard MAGA supporter, but now I absolutely hate Donald Trump. The only persons I watch now are Secular Talk and Nick Fuentes, because both of them hate Trump.

The other thing that changed about me is, well, obviously, I can no longer masturbate. I used to have a very high sexual desire and I constantly think about sex, but now I don’t think about sex at all. I think about cooking, how to dress pretty, how to clean the house and buy groceries.

I do get fucked a lot, but I do that to satisfy my husband. And sometimes I even had to fake orgasms to please him.

This is all very strange to me, very new to me, but also very exciting.

In regard to sex, my husband still fucks me anally most of the time. I swallow his cum, and I do ass to mouth. I have been doing ass to mouth for a long time and I’m used to it. I don’t even find the taste of my own butthole funny anymore.

I’d say the best thing about my life is how other people treat me. Everywhere I go people seem much friendlier to me. All the guys smile at me, want to chat with me, and I get hit on alot. My life is just so much happier all over. 

Confessions of Inferior Asian Male #9

My sister is dating a white guy and I feel excited for her. 

A few days ago my sister officially told our family that she has a boyfriend, and yes, her boyfriend is a white guy. I know she has been seeing him for a while before that, and I just can’t stop thinking about everything that they have probably already done. 

I’m actually excited for her. I’m older than my sister but I have never had a girlfriend, nor have ever gone on a date with a woman, and I have the intuition that I probably won’t ever reproduce or have sex with a woman or have a girlfriend. I’m a rice-cel. There is a pretty big possibility that my Asian sister will likely be impregnated by a white man, get married eventually, and go on to pass down our Asian genes … 

Thousands of years of traditional Asian history in my family is being replaced, with a new story, a new bloodline is emerging … a new male is taking over, while my inferior Asian male line fades away. Of course the replacement theory is nothing new … it’s old as time … I can even see it intellectually … the stronger conquerors kill, castrate or enslave the defeated males and fertilize their women to extinguish their inferior DNA line. … All this makes my tiny Asian dick super hard. 

I firmly believe that the best thing I can do as a good Asian brother is to accept defeat and I want to help more Asian women find white men and make WMAF couples feel more welcome and accepted. Because let’s face it, we all know white men are superior. 

As Asian guys, we just have to accept it, make peace with it. Don’t be jealous. White guys are taller, more muscular, and well hung. And Asian women are happier with white men. It’s the way it’s supposed to be.

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Epilogue: If you are an inferior Asian male who would like to express support for superior white males and inferior Asian females, please do feel free to comment.